Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.